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XXXVIII--video;

[The camera turns on to reveal a frail-looking old woman in Victorian garb. She seems rather confused by the contraption, but she does understand how it works thanks to the general Barge run-down she's received. When she notices that it's recording, she smiles and sits back. She's on a beaten up looking couch and trying to look as if she's not uncomfortable with how old it looks, or how very modern the room is. She partially succeeds.]

Hello, I am Mrs. Anne Pratt. I hear my son William is a Warden here. [She frowns for a moment.] Though I can hardly believe this is his room. He seems to have... adjusted. [Her face smooths over, and she smiles again.] I'm very proud of him, even if I--

[She stops and coughs into a handkerchief for several seconds.] Excuse me. [She sips from a glass of water, then continues.]

It's not the direction I'd have expected, but I am certain he's doing good work.

[She smiles again, then turns off the camera.]

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[She shakes her head.] Perhaps I'm getting old. I find this place far too confusing.

Oh, no ma'am. I was very out of sorts myself when I first arrived. I think it's only natural.

And my son? William? How has he taken it? Do you know? [As much as his cabin reeks of the future, she wants to hear details.]

I'm afraid I don't know him, but I'll see to it as soon as he returns. We fellows from our time ought to stick together.

Yes, that sounds like a lovely idea. It seems he's been making friends here, but I'm sure he could do with more.

You certainly can't have too many.

You'll look after that cough, won't you? If you head down to the infirmary, I'm sure they'll give you some Heroin for it. They're quite clean and gentle.

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